The Call Girl

I groaned while plucking out my eyebrows. Beauty HURT. But I dont really like complaining. Heck, if you were getting the kind of money i get for my beauty, you probably wouldnt either. 

I was finally done. My body was waxed, my eyebrows were done,nails were manicured and my new cucumber face mask was just about dry. Turning on the radio, I let Pink's Raise Your Glass blast through my condo. I took off my pink silk robe and let it slide down my perfectly tanned body. The new persian carpets i'd recently bought tickled my feet. I had seen them at a clients house and knew immediately that i had to get one for myself. So i ordered one online the next morning! theyre totally fabulous! 

The cold air made me shiver. I quickly got into the shower,letting the hot water pour down,heating me up. I was just beginning to feel the stress leave me when I heard the telephone ring. Dammit. I sweared under my breath and picked up the call from the phone built into the side of my shower.

I saw the caller ID and picked it up immediately. I cleared my throat and spoke calmly " Talk to me...now?...no i cant!....get Jasmine to take this one, i'll take the next..." deciding i wasnt going to win the debate i said "fine, what time? alright. got it" 

Sometimes I just hated my manager. She could be a real bitch. Today was supposed to be my day off. Someone should tell her what that means. It means NO CLIENTS. She usually understood but this client was supposed to be important. He was willing to pay three times the usual and insisted on only dealing with me. I kept ranting in my head. Guess I was just tired with the whole call girl thing. Well im not really a call girl- I mean i dont go over to guys houses and have sex with them for money, WELLL...actually that is what i do just minus the part where i go over to their house. They come over to mine. Im not a whore. scratch that. I didnt want to be a whore but with my parents being divorced and all and i was the only child. I never got to finish college so couldnt find a decent job and this paid my rent and MORE. 

Usually what girls do is they complete college, find the perfect man and live happily ever after. But not this girl. I slept with guys-sure. But i didnt feel anything. It was as if my brain was shut down and my body was just working on its own,following a daily schedule. SURE i'd love to find my "Magic Man" but then again what kind of a guy would want to marry and have kids with a call girl?! 

Most of the men that i get, are around 25-35. Thats part of my contract with my manager. This age group is perfect for me since im 23 at the moment. I got out of shower feeling refreshed. Grabbing one of the towels from the rack i wrapped it around me and grabbed another one to wipe of the steam from the mirror. My blonde hair was all stuck to my face i moved all of it to one side and started blow drying it. I was going to wear my pink bra and panty set for tonight. It really went well with my complexion and my dark green eyes just popped out in it. 

I walked into my closet. It was twice the size of my bathroom and thats saying something since my bathroom was huge. My closet was divided into 2 portions. the left side was for Evelyn- (thats my real name) incase any of my friends ever opened it. The whole call girl thing was strictly a secret. NO one knew about it and I mean NO ONE.The right side was for Stella, the fake name i'd made up for my clients. The key to pulling off these two lives was to ALWAYS keep home and work separate. 

In the distance i heard the living room clock chime. Oh God what time was it? i ran to the clock- Shit it was almost 8 and he was going to be here any minute! 

I hooked up my bra, slipped on my pantys and grabbed a black silk robe. Hurriedly I put on my makeup. It basically included fake eyelashes, mascara,blush and a bit of eye glitter. I didnt like to over do it. I wasnt some cheap hooker! I charged a grand by the hour and this man was willing to pay 3 grand! He must either be really stupid or really drunk. Oh God i hope he's not drunk! I hated the smell of alcohol. Yes its true, i know im a call girl, but stop stereo-typing! I slipped on net stockings and put on my black Manolo's. Next came the lips. I wasnt much of a lip gloss girl. I loved lipstick but my current obsession was these new flavoured lipsticks. Hmm Cherry or Champagne? haha yess they had a champagne flavoured lipstick! This is when the doorbell rang. I ran over, well basically i just walked really fast since these heels were really tall. I looked through the peep-hole. This was what i always did. I made sure that it was my client and not a friend or worse my MOM!